I stood at the sink and could spray the mirror with my jizz, watching it dribble down the glass into a puddle on the countertop before wiping it up. M... best friend, Louie, found a bunch of skin mags in his father’s dresser and shared them with me. My favorite was a picture book called “Behind the Green Door” that had photos of really nasty stuff interspersed between the pages of the story as it chronicled the exploits that went on behind that door. One Saturday Olga came to clean. Saturday was. One spring afternoon when I was eighteen, a rare event happened, I was finally going to be alone in the house for a few days. Over the years this had only happened once or twice and I couldn't wait to get dressed up and spend some time relaxed looking and feeling like a girl. My parents had just left for a vacation, and Lisa wasn't due back from college for another two days.So I got my makeup and applied it to perfection, just like those fashion models in the magazines. I wore quite thick. Just then Tommy came up the stairs. He saw us standing there in each other's arms."I think you guys are gonna want to see this", he told us.Part 6Tommy lead us down to the living room where we saw Rachel's mom laying on the couch. She looked up to see me and Rachel. "Oh my god, Rachel your alright", she screamed, excited to see me alive."Its good to see you to", I paused. "Who are you?" Its me Paul, I'm in mom's body. I know it sounds crazy but its true. And that's Tommy! He's in Alyson's. The average cruising altitude of an airplane is 35,000 feet. Calling it the "mile high club" is really understating the deed. The Six Mile High Club. Now that's more like it. It takes a lot of work to pull off successful mid-air copulation: Planning, skill, grace, cunning, and most of all: discreteness. Unfortunately, I have none of these qualities. Fortunately, I was to drunk to know that before the flight. The plane was Sydney, Australia bound. A fifteen hour flight. It was my first time.